The day I sent in my first round of revisions on Desires of the Dead, I received a UPS package on my doorstep…Second Pass Page Proofs for The Body Finder had arrived. Basically, these were my very, VERY last chance to find any errors that have been missed by the numerous editors or typesetters along the way.
I am happy to announce that after a week of pouring over the pages, line-by-freaking-line, I. Am. Finished! They are probably being delivered to HarperCollins as we speak! HUZZAH!
What I will say is that no matter how many times I look at that text, no matter how many times I’ve revised, edited, and proofed those words, I can always find something else to tweak, something I want to change, or delete, or just rip apart and start over again. It’s disheartening. When is enough enough? As a writer, can you ever say “it’s perfect” and just walk away?
Or will I be reading my own (secretly revised) version at bookstores while readers scan the pages of the books they’ve purchased and complain “that’s not what mine says”???